"But big brother Russia-" whined the little sister country Belarus. They were having the same problem again, Belarus was constantly pleading Russia to accept her love and let their countries become one, and of course it was bothering him past his limits. He just couldn't take it.

"Belarus," he said with annoyance present in his voice.

"Y-yes big brother?" she asked with slight surprise and a little unnerved. "Please stop this," he answered.

"Stop what?" she asked still not getting what he meant,

"Stop pestering me with your nonsense, you are just slowing me down with these feeling that I just can't return, I just can't love you Belarus, just take the hint and leave me be to my business, I'm certain you have work of your own, Da?"

Belarus was just stunned it bothered her that Russia would be difficult with her, and the worst part, it hurt her. She took he knives in fury smirking at the fact when doing so, he would back down, but this time it was different.

Russia grabs her by both wrists and twists them until she drops the knives in pain and backhands her to the floor

"I said ENOUGH Belarus you pathetic useless girl, I'm busy with my war plans right now, don't you see that?"

Russia was devastated at the sight of her face, she was on her knees against the wall, covering her mouth as not to sob already shaking with tears streaming down her cheeks which had an imprint of his hand on the left, her blonde hair jostled from the fall. He stepped to reach towards her to help her up, but she backs away in her fear then her eyes turned from fear to rage. She stands up to him.

"I don't want to be part of you, I don't care about you, I'm going to leave and just be my own country, I HATE you big brother Russia! Just leave me alone!" then she runs out of the room, leaving him shocked.

"Chyort what have I done? I struck my own sister over something so pointless, God why?" he said completely ashamed and frustrated. He had no idea where she would go, she could be attacked by another country alone as he realized she left her knives.

"Oh no, she left her knives," he says picking them up and sheathing them in his trench coat.

Russia ran into the hall and to his dismay, Belarus was nowhere to be found "Maybe if I'm not too late, I can get to her and tell her I'm sorry, if that would even be enough." he said running out to find her.

A/N: Hello everyone here's a story that i hope you enjoyed, please review and I'll get to the next chapter ok? press review and Italy will get pasta!